#nolalhq.plot drop

Petra woke up in the morning with a wave of serenity, nothingness. All the memories she’s had about the Ancestors had vanished from her mind, just all the magic she’s been taught. Going up to her desk, she read a note that she made before. It read: Don’t Trust the Ancestors. “Ancestors? Who are they?” Getting ready for the day, she went downstairs and went up to someone. “Do you know who the Ancestors are?”

The confidence that Summer has gained over the decades has taken practice, lessons that were learned after the most traumatic times of her life. Being a young vampire didn’t help with dealing with her emotions, watching her human friends drop dead like flies. The AIDS epidemic struck the LGBTQ+ community like a nuclear bomb. Summer lost almost everyone that she cared about, she didn’t want to turn off her emotions. Her human friends didn’t get to, she shouldn’t have to either. 

“Why is everyone totally weirding out? It’s because of that ritual or whatever...in the cemetery?” Valeria said as she walked past the other in the library. “Time to study up, you know? Try to help with whatever is happening.”

“Save your judgement. There’s no shame in what I have planned.” Esther continued to pack various tools in her bag, “Three magical beings are dead. Yes, it’s sad. But their deaths should have marked the spot with great energy.” She replied, “If I do not harvest that energy, somebody else will.”